Chap-97*Dirty Dick Husband.*

Cynthia Dion:

When I got back to my room, Mr. Holt was using a laptop, lying in bed. I didn't want to stay in the same room with him.

He kept his eyes on the laptop and mentioned, "I've told the staff to get the oceanfront farmhouse in Maui ready for our honeymoon."

I gulped nervously and fidgeted with my fingers, wondering why the heck we had to go on a honeymoon when it was clear we didn't like each other. I just couldn't grasp his underlying motive for all these chaotic actions.

He noticed my unease about being alone with him and gave a sly grin, then asked, "Do you reckon you can get ready in just two days?"

I felt a lump in my throat at this news.

"Why do we have to go? I mean, Maleeka needs you; your child needs you," I said, hesitating to get closer to him.

I felt a deep fear at the thought of what he might do, so I kept my distance.

"So, are you saying you think I'm irresponsible and that I'm making these plans to shirk my responsibilities?" He seemed to be trying to shift th